Biting at the apple, Luscious, forbidden fruit, Found at the water's edge, Respite from the planned route.

Ripe to my nose, sweet tongue Should savor the flavor; Proud lips drip with easy juice, the mess a favor.

Prize quickly devoured, Skin and flesh now conquered I gaze from core to sky, The taste sweet but absurd.

The pond ripples as it sinks to solitary depths, Quickly return to them—

Leave your sugary death!